"We gotta hide!" Clark says.

"No duh." I say.

We both hide in a closet, it can only be locked from the inside, good for us I guess. You can see outside from the inside but not inside from the outside.

"Strip her and put her on the chair." E.Elliot says.

Just then, two guards carry a girl, much older than us about 19, inside. The strip her naked. Her body has many scars. Too many to count. They strap her into this chair, she can move, but barely. E.Elliot goes to the wall and picks a weapon. A whip. They're going to whip her. She starts whipping the girl without any hesitation, and without any restraint. Tears start to fill her eyes after about two minutes. She looks like she's going to pass out after about ten minutes. But that's when E.Elliot stops.

"You better think before you slap another guard in the face." E.Elliot says.

"It...it was worth it." The girl says faintly.

"I'll leave you here for 10 minutes to think about what you've done. When I come back, I want an apology." E.Elliot says.

She, and her guards leave. Leaving me, Clark, and the naked girl alone. Me and Clark slowly creep out of the closet, looking for any sines of people watching us. No one is watching us, there aren't even any cameras. Weird.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Yes?" The naked girl whispers.

"Do you want to get out of that chair?" Clark asks.

"Sure." She says.

Me and Clark untie her. She gets up, but it takes a lot of effort. She sits on the floor. Whispering to herself.

"Do you want some clothes?" I ask.

"Yes." She says.

I give her my sweatpants, which have shorts under them. Clark gives the girl her sweater.

"Thanks." She says.

"No prob." Clark says.

"My names Drew. How about you?" Drew says.

"My names Alexa, and this is Clark." I say.

"Alexa, Clark. Okay I gotta remember that." Drew says.

I can tell Emily and Drew are going to be good friends, they're both nice, and calm. We walk into my room without being seen. Luckily for us, everyone's probably at lunch. We walk into my room.

"Would you like some food Drew?" I ask.

She nods and I let her eat the rest of my food. After Drew finished her food, she flopped onto my bed and fell asleep instantly. We woke her up after about five minutes because me and Clark needed to ask her some questions.

"Drew?" I ask.

"Yeah, what?" Drew responds.

"Why did they whip you that hard?" I ask.

And that's the moment I noticed how bad they've hurt her. She's got scars, yes. But they're bleeding. I didn't think that was possible. Her shirt is stained with blood, well, at least she stopped bleeding.

"Every time you get in trouble, they make you're punishment more and more painful, until eventually, they kill you. Next time I do something, they don't like, they will kill me. They showed me a list, of all possible punishments, there are 100. I just had my 99th." Drew says.

"That's horrible." Clark says.

"And get this, if anyone questions the hospital and how they treat people, they'll just tell people that I'm suicidal." Drew says.

"That's mean." I say.

Footsteps. I hear footsteps, just outside of my door.

"Hide!" I say.

Clark and drew hide under my bed as I make it so no one can see them. The door opens as E.Elliot walks in. With, no, it can't be? Can it? My mom, and the rest of my geography class, is with her. I have to keep calm this time, for my sake and for my friends. If I can't, then Drew might as well be considered dead.